I woke up nestled between two– Well, first I woke up. Which was cause for alarm in itself. I hadn't meant to doze off.

I jolted forward and reached for my ears and my rear end. Still human, no tail. With a sigh of relief, I fell back onto the two giant, yellow breasts I had awakened to. On some level, I wasn't surprised to wake up this way – I'd made it very clear that this would be the best thing ever for someone like me – but I was surprised that it was Fluttershy, and not, say, Derpy.

Fluttershy looked down at me, a little concerned at my sudden 'human check' motions. "Are you alright? Was your nap okay?"

"How long was I out?" I asked while I rested my head in her cleavage.

"I don't know, about… 45, 50 minutes?"

That didn't sound like long enough to start dreaming, but I was no expert. I looked around, and saw that I was still in the loft of Sugarcube Corner, and the party was still ongoing. My foam chair had been moved off a little to the side, and the other ponies were…

Well, some of them were eating and chatting. Several others, however, were doing things I wasn't expecting.

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were entangled in a 69 position on the floor, their muzzles deep into each other's wet vulvae. Mrs. Cake was sitting on a chair nearby while Derpy and Applejack knelt before her, nursing on her milky breasts and fingering themselves. Only Twilight, Octavia, and Rarity were off to the side with plates of food, still topless and carrying on a conversation amidst all the casual… sex…

Oh, hell.

Fluttershy noticed me looking over at the small lesbian orgy. "Oh, that. Once everypony was cleaned off and you had fallen asleep, we talked for a while… Turns out a few of them were still, um, full of energy, as it were… And then Applejack brought up that you said-"

"It'd be okay if ponies were up for it," I finished. Had no one to blame but myself for that. At least due to that clause it was all consensual… if unusual. I craned my head up to look at Fluttershy and asked, "So… why are you here with me?"

Fluttershy smiled softly. "Well, Derpy was here originally. Then Applejack invited her to join her with Mrs. Cake, so she asked me to take her place as your…" She chuckled. "…pillow."

"I appreciate it," I mumbled, enjoying how the soft surface of her boobs pressed against the back of my neck. If I'd fallen asleep in this chair, then my head would have been hanging backwards. So I guess it was logical enough for someone to find a way to cradle me.

I groaned as awareness and feeling returned to my body. I was sore. Incredibly sore. The repeated orgasms had tensed and flexed just about every muscle I had. My dick had a slight numb feeling to it, despite all the arousing material within view. I was going to have to take it easy for the rest of the night.

We both became silent for a while, just listening to the ambiance of mares either talking or fucking while the last of Pinkie's party music played on the record player. I yawned.

"Still feeling tired?" Fluttershy asked.

There wasn't much point denying it. "God, I hate to fill that stereotype of the guy who just wants to fall asleep after sex, heh… But damn, I just put my body through the wringer."

The extremely busty mare giggled. "Can't blame you, I guess. If you want to go home, I don't think anypony will mind. Pinkie actually planned on it, or at least made a contingency for it, since she knows you're a bit introverted."

I marveled at that level of insight and planning. "She is way too good at this party planning stuff."

"When she puts her mind to it, certainly," Fluttershy agreed. "Sometimes she can be a little spontaneous and scary without fully thinking things through. But she always means well. And for you, I get the feeling she pulled out all the stops."

"No kidding," I said with a chuckle.

Twilight broke away from her group and walked towards us. "I couldn't help but overhear. You say you're ready to go home?"

Wistfully, I looked around at all the party decorations, the beautiful mares, the banquet of party food – all the delights that had been arranged for me. "To be honest, I'm kind of loathe to go. You mares are awesome; not just your bodies, but, I mean, uh… Just, you're all awesome in your own ways. What you do, what kind of skills you have…"

"But…" Fluttershy said expectantly.

I let out a deep sigh. "But I'm really tired and sore. I NEED rest. No denying that." Part of this situation bothered me, causing me to frown and shake my head. "I hate this; I feel like I'm just having sex and running, but if I could have it any other way, I'd like to talk with you girls for a bit longer. Er, if you'd have me."

Twilight rolled her eyes a little. "Pascal… You can stop worrying. No one's forcing you out, and you're not insulting anypony. There will always be another day for another party. Especially if Pinkie has anything to say about it."

Pinkie raised her head, her muzzle dripping with juices. "You talking about me? Is Pascal leaving? Bye, Pascal! Hope you had a good time!"

That got the attention of the rest of the ongoing orgy. Rainbow Dash lifted Pinkie's incredible hips off her head for a second and said, "Does that mean I'm not your servant anymore?"

"Yep, you're free!" I called back.

"Cool. See you around." And she went right back to licking out Pinkie's pussy.

Derpy pulled her lips off of Mrs. Cake's teat and looked back at me. "Guess that's my cue too…" She got up from her kneeling position and walked over to where the spare towels were placed, and used one to wipe off the excess milk and vaginal excretions that were soaking parts of her body. Meanwhile, Applejack continued nursing from the matron's now slightly drained breasts.

Rarity and Octavia came up to me while this was happening. The fashionista gave me a bright smile and said, "I hope this went a long way towards dealing with… well, that tangle of emotions you've been feeling this whole time."

"If that doesn't do it, nothing will," I quipped as Twilight helped me get to my feet.

"This was fun," Octavia said simply. It seemed like she didn't need to say anything more than that.

Derpy, after looking around for her clothes and mine, walked over to us with the garments bundled up in her arms. She looked to Twilight with a hesitant look. "I know you're taking him home 'cause you're his acting doctor and all, but… Can I come along too?"

"Of course," Twilight agreed.

They proceeded to rather awkwardly help me into my clothes, which was a challenge because I found it difficult to stand on my own two feet at this point. Twilight's magic helped a lot.

And during all of this, we got to hear Pinkie, Rainbow Dash, Mrs. Cake, and Applejack licking and sucking and moaning and…

"Maybe I should say something," I admitted aloud once I had pants. "About, y'know, the sex and stuff."

Naturally, none of the other mares saw anything strange about my statement, but Derpy caught my intent. She glanced back at the busty mares. "Well… Maybe not right now? They look like they're having a good time."

Octavia gave me a curious look. "What exactly is your concern?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know. I feel like I've affected a lot of mares' tastes and orientations… And it was all for the sake of making me feel good with sex. Maybe I should make sure ponies don't feel pressured to stay that way?"

"I suppose," Rarity began, sipping at a glass of punch, "but at the same time, everything we've done tonight has been for the sake of this special party, in this special safe zone. I'm sure nopony will feel pressured to keep up anything they're not comfortable with outside of it. Though as for ponies finding out they like new things, well, that's just a natural consequence of experimentation, dear. And we've done a lot of that tonight."

Fluttershy grinned slightly and lifted her humongous naked breasts with her hands. "Not a lot of us had a, um, sexual experience before this. It's been just as much an adventure for us as it's been for you, I imagine."

At the word 'adventure,' Twilight blushed. "Yyyyeah, I don't think I'll be sending Princess Celestia a letter about THIS. And I'm going to think really, really hard about putting it in the diary."

Some of the mares chuckled at that. "There's nothing wrong with being discreet about matters of the body and heart," Rarity advised, smiling.

Tired as I was, I tried my best to mull over their words and the situation. I was really worried about ripple effects all over again since I'd gone wild with my actions and suggestions tonight… But there was evidence to suggest that the other 'rules' I'd discovered over the last two days were holding as well. Context was important. Ponies rationalized in their own way, even if that way was predictable and logical most of the time. It was a lot to consider.

Maybe I didn't have to 'fix' anything. Maybe tomorrow I won't have changed their public behavior too much. As for their private behavior… well, maybe trying to put things back to 'normal' after an experience like this would be even more 'unnatural' than living and letting live at this point. Maybe I had to let go.

Besides, I was way, waaaay too sore to come up with a coherent analysis and actionable plan.

Eventually I decided that if there were any serious lasting effects, and I was still myself tomorrow, I could address it then instead of now. The Normal gave me a lot of leeway. "Alright," I said at last. "I guess we'll just get going…"

Mrs. Cake looked up, her face red and sweaty. "G-Goodbye, Pascal! Thanks for… ohhh…!"

Applejack popped off the huge cerulean breasts and swallowed her current mouthful of breastmilk. "Oh. Um, seeya 'round."

"Farewell, Pascal," Octavia said.

"Don't be a stranger! I don't think Pinkie will allow you to, anyway," Rarity remarked.

Fluttershy leaned forward, squishing her breasts against me and reaching her arms around to hug me. "It was nice to finally talk with you." When she pulled back, she added, "And, um… If you want to do… 'that' again sometime… I certainly wouldn't mind."

My eyebrows twitched upwards. "Oh."

"That is, um… I know you'll probably want to someday, and we can call it a, uh, 'confidence builder' for me." Fluttershy gave me a shy, sheepish grin, making a slight 'squee' sound.

I couldn't help but blearily smile back. "Sure! Whenever it's… next convenient."

"Oh, oh, of course. Not as soon as tomorrow or anything; you still need to recover, and you have plenty of things you probably want to do now that you're not… Anyway."

"Anyway."

Fluttershy nodded, and she and Rarity and Octavia (and the rest from across the room) said their goodbyes to Twilight and Derpy as well. Derpy had put her bottom clothes back on – I assume for comfort's sake – while Twilight…

"Ditzy, can you hold him for a second?" Twilight asked. "I need to put myself back to normal."

"Oh. Yes, go ahead." Derpy took my other arm and took my weight off of Twilight so she could take a few steps away and light up her horn.

Before my eyes, Twilight's huge, supple breasts lit up with pinkish light… and started to shrink. It was with a great deal of sadness that I watched that immense purpleness go away, until Twilight was back to her normal size of melons each the size of her head. Okay, in hindsight, it wasn't all that bad.

I looked on, practically stared, as Twilight retrieved her things, including my latest cum sample, and put her clothes back on. It was weirdly captivating. We'd performed all this… carnality, and now we were going back to being normal citizens. Somewhat. It was still a first for me.

The three of us now ready, we said our last goodbyes to the remaining party-goers and slowly made our way back down the stairs of Sugarcube Corner.

At the second floor, we passed by Mr. Cake, who was coming out of what I presumed was the twins' bedroom. For a moment I worried about disturbing them with the sex show earlier, but when I noticed that I could no longer hear the sounds of the ongoing sex upstairs, I realized that there had to be some kind of noise-suppression magic going on. Good thinking on probably Twilight's part.

I gave Mr. Cake a smirk and a thumbs-up as we headed down the second stairwell. Not sure why; I guess it was a gesture from one recently laid male to a soon-to-be-laid male.

Then, just like that, we were down the stairs and out the door, out into the cool Spring night in Ponyville's streets. Twilight helped me limp along, while Derpy followed alongside us.

I giggled immaturely all of a sudden and reached out to Derpy, putting my hands around both mares' waists. "There we go; walking down the street with a woman on each arm!" Twilight scoffed good-naturedly and Derpy laughed. I quickly let go and put my hand back over the alicorn's shoulder to steady myself.

"Another fantasy off the list?" Derpy teased with a playful grin.

"One of the classics," I replied tiredly. "Even though… I don't know if I wanna be that kind of guy."

"Then don't." Derpy chuckled at that like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

The dialogue between us was simple and limited after that. I was still very tired, my head drooping, my eyes struggling to stay open. I wanted little more than to find a soft surface and crash.

My legs weren't happy, but with their help I'd manage to limp back to Lyra and Bon Bon's house. My usual place of rest awaited me: Their trusty couch.

Derpy peered through the living room window. "Aw. Not exactly room for two on that thing, is there?"

The idea of sharing my bed space with anyone, much less an extremely busty pony, hadn't even occurred to me in a long time. But with Derpy's implication, I suddenly wanted it very much. I tried to be humble and downplay it, though. "It's been home. Lyra and Bon Bon were very gracious to keep me here during the bad times. But…"

"Now it's not all that necessary anymore," Twilight remarked thoughtfully.

A lamp inside turned on unexpectedly, and the door opened. Lyra in her pajamas regarded the three of us with pleasant surprise. "Oh, Pascal! And Princess Twilight! And… you're Ditzy Doo, right?"

Derpy nodded. Lyra gave her a knowing smirk, and Derpy kind of blushed in response.

I looked at each of them in turn and grinned a little. "Well, look at that. The three most important mares in my life right now, gathered in one place."

"Aww," Lyra cooed appreciatively. Derpy beamed, and Twilight looked away in mild embarrassment.

"No, really," I went on. "Twilight protected me and brought her knowledge to bear for me… Lyra gave me a place to stay and was basically my first and only friend in this world that hated me… And Derpy…" I looked over at the bustiest of the three, the gray wall-eyed pegasus, and fought to find the right words. "You're the first person to make me feel good for being me. In a long time."

Derpy's eyes misted up a bit, and she leaned in to give me a quick loving kiss on the cheek, right in front of the other two.

Lyra looked between us and nodded her head. "So you're his special somepony, huh?"

Still a bit dazed from the kiss, I stammered, "W-Wuh… Well, I don't know if we ever made it official…"

"He's definitely special to me," Derpy replied with confidence. She leaned in towards my ear and said, "And I know you have a hard time saying it… but I hope I'm special to you, too."

"You are," I whispered back. "Never doubt that you are."

Her expression became a little wistful. "I don't. Sometimes I wish you'd say it unprompted once in a while, but I know you're still overwhelmed by all this."

"Something I'll work on, then…"

Lyra chuckled, watching us. "Yyyep. Total lovebirds. Well, I'm really glad, buddy. I always hoped you'd find somepony for you like Bonnie is to me." She then grinned a little evilly. "Can't help but get a liiiittle jealous… but I guess I'll just have to be happy as the proud owner of your v-card."

Twilight sputtered. "W-What?"

Even Derpy was surprised. "Really?"

I coughed awkwardly. "Right, the… other reason you three mares are… very significant to me. Twilight was in a way my first sexual partner, ever… Derpy was my first titfuck, which, y'know, I am all about… and Lyra… yeah. Virginity."

As I said this out loud, Twilight's initial shock abated somewhat. "Oh…! I-I see. Since we were important to you… we were naturally the first ones you opened up to for sexual relief. Okay. Okay, that makes sense."

I couldn't stop myself from sighing a little through my nostrils. Did it make sense, Twilight? Did it really?

An awkward silence reigned.

Lyra looked down sheepishly. "Sorry, was that a little TMI?"

Twilight shook her head. "No, no, it's… I'm just not used to this, is all. Never thought I'd be just one of a stallion's 'sexual partners.'"

That stung. "Woah, Twi…"

Twilight put a hand on my chest. "I know, I know. It's not like that. Just… My picture of how my, for lack of a better term, 'love life' would go was very different from this, and I'm still adjusting. I'm not actually holding anything against you."

Despite the platitudes, I groaned and looked away. Just when everything looked idyllic, it had to get emotionally complicated again. Of course.

Derpy's face scrunched up cutely in thought for a moment. "I think we might be over-complicating this?"

Lyra shrugged. "Yeah. Pascal's the human. He's kind of an exception. Y'know, as far as the normal rules of romance go. Nothing to worry about."

"Great," I muttered. "Clear as mud."

Twilight shook her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things awkward. As a matter of fact, how about I make it up to you by letting you and Ditzy spend the night in one of the guest rooms of the palace?"

All three of us – Derpy, Lyra, and I – looked at Twilight with surprise.

"Okay, wish I had a better segue than that, but there are practical reasons, too. Having him at the palace will allow me to watch over him from a medical standpoint. Derpy expressed a desire to spend the night with him as well, and the guest room beds should be more than spacious enough. And comfortable enough for Pascal's recovering body. No offense to you Lyra, or your couch, but…"

Lyra shrugged and shook her head. "Hey, sounds fine to me. Our place has always been more of a 'safe haven' than a 'home' anyway, I think. He was going to leave the nest at some point." The green unicorn looked at me and winked. "Just make sure to come and visit, alright?"

I put up my hands. "Lyra, I'm not moving out. Just spending the night."

"Yeah, but you will. You should. At some point." She smiled and stepped back. "I'll go get you a change of clothes."

We watched as Lyra disappeared down the hallway.

"She really cares about you," Derpy noted.

"I knew she was a good choice," Twilight agreed.

I was mildly confused. Here I'd thought Lyra was obsessed with me, the human, and would keep me around forever given the choice. Now she was telling me that I should live my own life? Had last night's intercourse changed something?

A second later, I realized: Well, duh.

Lyra came back with a small pile of my clean clothes hastily bundled together. She handed them over to Twilight and looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, I must've come off kind of… y'know, forceful? Believe me, you can continue to stay with us as long as you like until you find something more permanent, and…"

"I think I get it," I said. And this time, I kind of did.

Lyra smiled and reached out to grasp my hand. "I'm just really, really glad things are okay now. There's a human walking among us, living among us, in Ponyville. And I'm one of his close friends. If there was anything I was hoping for… it was that."

I nodded in understanding. "Not sure why this feels like goodbye, but… Thank you, Lyra. See you in, uh, a couple of days or so. I REALLY need to get some rest."

Lyra put on a huge grin, and something told me she could smell the reason why I needed so much rest. "Sure thing… 'stud.'" She cackled childishly and stepped back across the threshold of her home. "Goodnight!"

We all said goodnight back, and she closed the door. I groaned for the sake of my legs and said, "Alright, time to hike to Twilight's castle, then?"

"Something like that," Derpy said mysteriously.

Her wings flapped, and out of nowhere I found myself grabbed from behind and flipped backwards. Suddenly, I was held aloft beneath Derpy's breasts, her arms under my shoulders and my knees. Her wings flapped, and I held onto her waist for dear life.

My stomach lurched as Derpy took to the air above Ponyville. This was a bad time to tell her I had the very common fear of heights. But at the same time, her pegasus flight was surprisingly steady and controlled. Her grip on me was firm. And as I dared to look away from her pale gray skin and peer down at the buildings of the humble town below, I found a primal desire of mine satisfied, one I didn't realize I'd had.

I was flying through the air in the arms of a bosomy angel.

Twilight came into view beside us, her own pegasus wings flapping to propel her upward. "Not too high, Ditzy! But you're right, this is a very good idea. We'll be home in no time at all!"

Derpy said nothing; just grinned down at me. I could only barely see her face past the swell of her breast, but I did my best to focus on that rather than how aware I was of the drop below.

True to the Princess's word, we touched down in front of Twilight's castle barely half a minute later. Derpy set me down on the ground gently, and I chose to stay there for a while, relishing the sensation of solid earth beneath me. When she realized that I was shaken by the experience, she became concerned. "Was that too much?"

"I remember flying for the first time," Twilight said as she opened the front door. "That was my reaction too, after I landed."

I just raised an arm and gave Derpy a thumbs-up. "10/10, would fly again."

Derpy smiled. "Alright, let's get you to bed," she said, helping me get to my feet.

Once again, I was struck by the irony of walking through Twilight's front door under these circumstances. The mob situation from two nights ago wasn't going to leave me for a while. It had been the definition of traumatic. But knowing I had the power to keep such nights behind me forever went a long way towards giving me peace of mind on that front.

Twilight levitated her belongings over to a table in the dining hall and led Derpy and me towards the west hall. "The guest rooms don't get much use," she explained as we walked down the crystal corridors. "But I'm told it's very accommodating."

She magically parted the ornate doors to a room I didn't recognize. Beyond was a bedroom suite of modest proportions but decorated royally in the castle's crystal theme. It had its own bathroom, its own closet, and the star attraction was a massive queen-sized (or would it be called princess-sized in this world?) double-mattress bed, covered in incredibly soft-looking sheets, comforter, and pillows.

"Yeah, that'll do," I deadpanned.

Derpy went to put my change of clothes in the closet and otherwise explore the guest suite. I leaned against the door frame to watch the mare admire the room with wide, joyful eyes. Twilight, meanwhile, remained with me.

"Pascal… Be honest with me. Has it seemed a little like I've been crushing on you today?"

My eyebrows reached as high as they could. "And the award for 'completely out of left field' goes to…"

Twilight frowned. "I know. I'm not really sure how to say this without it sounding weird. But there were a few times, right? Where things were kind of… romantically charged?"

I could think of two moments. Our little discussion this morning about being 'good friends,' and our hug as we entered Sugarcube Corner. I nodded.

The bookworm sighed and put a hand on her temple. "Well… I think that was the cum talking."

I was taken aback. "The aforementioned award has just been re-awarded."

"Hear me out," Twilight said. "For a long time after the restaurant, and again after the sample this morning, I just felt really good. I thought back on those moments fondly. I wanted to see more of you. At the time, I just thought it was my emotional response to you. But when I realized I had tasted your cum both times, and looked at it all in the context of a chemical reaction…"

I closed my eyes and sunk my shoulders. "Fffuck," I breathed.

"I know. I'm going to make studying your cum – human semen – my top priority for a while. And I want you to be aware that you can have… some kind of effect."

"I'm well aware," I muttered. I was the one who had to tell her to fight her 'addiction,' after all. I sighed. "Darn, for a second I hoped you were actually falling for me."

Twilight gave me a sad look. "I like you, Pascal. I really do. I respect you a lot more now, for everything we put you through. I consider you a friend, and I honestly don't mind the sexual part of this, in general. But… when I think to the future… the kind of special somepony I want to have…"

"Why would it be me?" I finished, and on this point I agreed with her. "I'm not that into books, or history, or magic. It wouldn't be a good fit."

She nodded.

I looked lazily up at the top of the door frame. "You'd think being normal and accepted would make sex and relationships less complicated."

Twilight giggled gracefully at that. "No such luck."

I took a great big yawn.

"Just wanted to clear the air," Twilight said. "Honestly, when we wake up tomorrow I don't think much will change between us. But I wanted to understand how far it'd go. This conversation was sort of for my sake as well as yours. I… take it you're okay with this?"

"I am. I'm going to be mopey for a while for no reason, but I am." I gave her a heartfelt look. "You're an amazing woman, Twilight. Even the ghost of a chance that someone like you would fall in love with someone like me… That's something special."

Twilight smiled. "As my sister-in-law says: There's many kinds of love. I believe true friendship always has an element of affection to it. I'm saying right now that it might not be true romantic interest… But I do really care for you, Pascal."

"I'll take it," I said back. I yawned again. "Goodnight, Twilight." I was at my limit.

"Okay. Goodnight. And goodnight, Ditzy."

"Goodnight," Derpy said quietly, watching us from the closet entrance.

I closed the door behind me and stumbled towards the bed. Derpy flapped her wings softly and used her flight to gently carry me towards the mattress, onto which I collapsed in a heap. It was as soft as I could have ever hoped. It was perfect.

I crawled towards the pillows without a care in the world, still in my pants. Derpy shut off the light and crawled under the covers next to me, her huge breasts folding one over the other and filling the space in front of her as she laid on her side. "So…" she mumbled, "all out of heartfelt talks?"

Smirking, I rolled over so I could get my pants off and toss them onto the floor. "Maybe I got one more." I yawned yet again. "Maybe." Somehow, I managed to pull the warm blankets over me and snuggled in.

Derpy shifted closer until my chin rested on one the side of one of her boobs, both breasts squishing comfortably against my chest. "There's so much to say," she whispered into the darkness of the room. "About how you make me feel, about how you wear your heart on your sleeve. About the way you openly care for the mares you're with, and about… about the way you look at me sometimes, like you're afraid I'm going to disappear…"

She saw through that too, huh? I WAS afraid. Of pushing her away like most of my other relationships, of forgetting her, neglecting her, betraying her as my lusts gradually overruled my morality, and, of course, of succumbing to the ultimate Normal and having my entire identity irreversibly overwritten. There were so many ways I could lose what I had right now. So many ways the future could go wrong.

"So much I want to say," the gray pegasus repeated. "And you're tired. You need rest. So how about this… I'll tell you these things as quietly as I can. And you can drift off to sleep while I talk, like it's a lullaby. And maybe my words will make it through to your dreams, and comfort you."

I smiled faintly and nodded to show that I was okay with this. I pulled the covers closer to me, wrapping myself up tightly like a cocoon, and let my body enjoy the warmth of Derpy's abundance.

Her words blended together as I slowly drifted off. She spoke to me at first in a motherly way, emphasizing that she knew that I was scared, and that she was here for me, and that she would always be here for me as long as she could, and that she would make sure everything was alright, and that she would always be here when I needed her, and that she did so because she loved me so.

Then she spoke to me in the manner of a lover, talking about the ways I excited her, inflamed her passions, awakened new interests, made her feel alive and feminine and confident, wielded power to shape her submissiveness yet showed vulnerability to bring out her dominance, and above all kept her in a constant state of sexual gratefulness.

At the edge of sleep, she spoke to me as a friend. She addressed my fears and reminded me of my strengths in ways I could no longer comprehend as words, but received as emotions. Tears began to flow unbidden from my eyes.

And then, at last, sleep.

I became aware of a distant presence. The space around me was little more than hazy fog, but I was slowly becoming more aware. Part of me wished to fall back and pass through the night in a peaceful blank, but something called out to me.

"You are dreaming, Pascal. You are lucid. And I am here."

The fog immediately around me cleared. I was laying in a field of stars. I looked forward, and from the outer fog stepped forth a midnight blue figure.

And WHOA, what a figure!

I saw two ginormous tits before anything else. They were contained in the forward portion of a bluish-purple sparkling dress that stretched over all but a mile of U-shaped cleavage, but even the parts that were covered could not disguise their utter hugeness. They beat out Fluttershy by a foot, at least.

The rest of the body followed, though most of it I could not see. I glimpsed shoulders but barely arms. I saw the base of the dress but only from the knees and below. I noticed that the owner of these proud tits was currently shoeless and bare.

And then her face, sharply defined but with full, kissable lips as well. And the starry mane behind it.

I mouthed the word 'Luna' but I had no breath to say it.

Without warning, the hyper-endowed anthropomorphic Princess Luna raised her hands to the straps of her dress and slipped them off her shoulders. The whole ensemble shimmered and disappeared, leaving her with only the crown on her head for coverage.

Her breasts were even more insane in the nude. Their shape was blatantly impossible for the size, even though they had the most sag of any pair I'd seen in all my time in Equestria. But that only suggested the weight that came with their massive size, and there was otherwise no stretch or imperfection to be found across the vast surface of her boobs. She was very nearly a walking bosom – not quite, but nearly – and part of me that had only seen this kind of size in art fucking loved it.

Luna knelt down, her tits landing on the floor and sending great ripples across her skin. She reached her arms out to me and beckoned towards her cleavage. "Come."

I was dumbstruck.

"You said you would feel more comfortable this way. Come here."

I did? I wasn't about to ask any fucking questions, though. I crawled forward on my hands and knees and, after looking up at her for permission, crawled my way into the super-beachball breasts. I had to curl up fairly close to make it work, but I managed to get almost my whole body from the shoulders down surrounded by warmth and softness. The sensation was just a little bit familiar.

And I was incredibly aroused.

"There we go," the Princess said in her wonderful voice. "This situation, your comfort and your lust… These will go a long way to keep you human for the night. I cannot remain endlessly – I have a responsibility to other ponies in the dreamscape – but if you embrace this feeling, I am sure it will suffice."

All at once, I realized I was nude and surrounded by two very big tits. My hips thrust forward of their own accord, to rub my dick against as much flesh as it could touch.

Luna seemed surprised. "Oh! You were not quite this excited before. Then again, it was a mid-day dream… And you look different from then. Has your self-image changed?"

I finally summoned the willpower to stop and piece it together. "The letter…"

"Er… Yes, the letter," Luna echoed, tilting her head. "The one Twilight sent, stating that you required help maintaining your humanity, which meant resisting the cosmic Normality in your dreams. I am here now, and I was before. We went over this during the mid-day dream."

"The anesthetic dream…" I murmured.

"Anesthe- Ohhh." Realization dawned on Luna's face. "You were put under through medical anesthesia. It wasn't a natural dream. THAT… explains a lot."

Now more or less in control of myself, I wriggled within the twin midnight blue boobs. "I'm guessing I asked for this last time."

Luna rolled her eyes and looked aside. "You don't remember. That is inconvenient. Very, VERY inconvenient."

"I got bits and pieces," I said. "Probably not the important parts, though."

"I took suggestions and imperatives from an incoherent dream…" she muttered to herself. Then to me, she said, "Your power can be dangerous if used recklessly like that."

"Yeah, well… Maybe from now on, when it's obvious that I'm not all-there in the dreamrealm, you can take my words with a grain of salt."

There was an awkward moment.

"From your perspective," Luna said, "this is the first time I've mentioned I am aware of your unusual gift. I expected you to be more surprised."

"You're here because of my letter, probably. And you let me crawl between your breasts for comfort's sake. I'm guessing it's still working."

Luna sighed, her shoulders raising and falling with the motion and sending a jiggle through her impossible breasts. "It worked from the moment you absorbed the cosmic concept. Our thoughts regarding you changed instantly. Too sudden a shift not to realize it was magic."

"But…" I prompted her.

"But that did not stop the rationalizations. Even when we realize it's magic, we rationalize that too."

That gave me a few things to think about. Discord had outright resisted me and found my Normal commands to be almost anathema. But was that because he was the avatar of Chaos? Even then, he wasn't totally immune. So while the alicorn Princesses of Equestria were powerful enough to detect the mechanics of it… they weren't quick enough to remove it, or think of a reason to remove it.

"Not that we didn't look for loopholes," Luna went on. "My sister suggested it would be 'normal' and 'acceptable' if the magic took its course and transformed you. Such an outcome involving you was still reasonable."

I tensed up in anger. "So it WAS you in that dream!"

She put a hand up. "And I apologize, but let me finish. When the letter came, I found many reasons to believe I was in the wrong. Twice now I've come to offer what aid I can in your dreams."

I growled, but I was the one smooshed between her tits now, so I couldn't complain that much. "Okay. So, what, the power of your breasts helps me stay human at night?"

"Somewhat," Luna admitted. "But suffice to say, that's not the main way I'm helping you."

Her horn glowed a bright sky blue, and the fog around the clearing was pushed back entirely until there was nothing but the swirling void of the dreamscape. Luna's eyes were fixed somewhere behind me, so I looked in that direction.

Standing in the distance, towering over us, was a ridiculously tall and blue anthropomorphic stallion. His whole body was glowing as bright as the stars, and its eyes were burning even brighter. In slow motion, its fists pounded over and over again against a barrier of some kind that shimmered with each impact – shimmered with the color of Luna's magic.

I was suddenly no longer embosomed. I stood up and beside Luna, who had magically put her dreamwalking dress back on. And we stared up at the creature. "I remember this," I mentioned, "but I think he was a lot shorter."

"The stallion you almost were, the one you shunted from reality," Luna described. "It has now become the avatar of this piece of will from the magical cosmos. I've constructed a barrier to keep it out. However… it looks as though it is drawing strength from the magic that has been used on you, including my own."

"Ah, fuck," I cursed. The sexual enhancement, asking Luna to protect me… I was digging my grave a little slower now, but I wasn't putting down the shovel yet. "So it's just going to keep getting stronger and stronger until…"

"It will take days at most." She looked down at me solemnly. "I am sorry, Pascal. Eventually, even my magic will not be enough to protect you."

If there was ever a 'shit just got real' moment in my life, this was it. "What do I do to stop this?"

Luna regarded the enraged Normal stallion again. "Normality, acceptability… These are abstract concepts. They depend on perception, on the collective unconscious that decides what is 'normal' and 'acceptable.' According to the imperative that drives this cosmic concept, you are not a suitable host because you are very abnormal and unacceptable in your behavior. One of these things has to change: The collective perception of 'normal,' or you."

I stared intensely at Luna. "God, I… I almost followed that. So close."

She smirked at my deadpan. "It is like you taking comfort in my breasts. You made that idea reasonable to me, and created a space where that was normal. It affected the abstract landscape of acceptability. In essence, you must forge your own reality through the ponies around you. Take actions and speak words that move on a grand scale, that enforce your values rather than the ones held by today's society, and the will of the cosmos will weaken."

I balked at the prospect. This was what Twilight had mentioned earlier – by expending the power myself, I would gain more control of it. But in order to do so, it sounded like I had to make big, sweeping, permanent changes. I wasn't sure I wanted to do that to these ponies. I wasn't sure if I could even do it in the first place.

The Princess of dreams noticed my expression of apprehension. "I see this gives you pause. And it gladdens me. But there may be no other way… and it could be not enough. It might only be a delaying tactic. If the Normal does not relent, it would take nothing short of changing all of Equestria to silence it forever." She let out a huff of frustration. "I do not wish to take all hope from you, but I see no point in being dishonest."

I was thinking hard but not coming up with a whole lot. "Is there any other option?"

"My theories end there. If you could appease the cosmos in some way, convince it that you are an acceptable enough host of Normality… But it sounds like it has already judged you."

I'd heard as much from Twilight, so nothing new. I put a hand over my eyes and groaned. What was I supposed to do now? Up until this point I'd assumed that this was something I could fight off with enough willpower, but now I'd learned it was fighting back with a vengeance. There was a ticking clock on my life!

My hand lowered. I had an idea, but it wasn't an altogether nice one. "Either way…"

"Hm?"

"No matter what, whether I win or lose, whether I go Renegade or Paragon… One thing needs to happen." I looked at Luna with as much deadly seriousness that wasn't actually terror-driven bravado I could muster. "I gotta meet Celestia."

Luna's eyes widened in panic, then narrowed, then looked mildly fearful again.

"She's determined the course of culture in Equestria for over a thousand years. Ponies everywhere look up to her."

"If you influence her…" Luna gasped, "it… might be the fastest way to make broad changes and survive." She tried shaking her head, but seemed to struggle against the impulse. "Ngh… I feel compelled to rationalize this, human."

I winced at my mistake. "I don't want to warp Equestria if I don't have to. But at the very least, I'd sure as hell like to meet with her and find out why she's been such a bitch to me this whole time."

Luna struggled to convey her concern. "Even just a meeting… between you and her… Yes, I'm thinking of many reasons why that would be beneficial, even necessary… But I cannot ignore the catastrophic risks for both of you! Risks you should know, because of the…" She caught herself and facepalmed. "…ohhh… because of the truth I shared with you during the anesthetic dream."

I thought about it for a second. "If you told me again, is there any guarantee I'd remember it from this dream?"

"Well, you are lucid now, and…"

"How many other dreams have you been involved in over the past three weeks? That I don't remember?"

Luna looked down and to the side. "None so involved as this… But yes, I used my abilities to check your unprotected mind before. Celestia marshaled a vast force to monitor and spy on you."

Now I was legitimately pissed. "Then even if I will remember… Fuck it. I want to hear it straight from the horse's mouth."

That joke hung uncomfortably in the air for a couple of seconds.

"AWFUL puns aside," Luna growled… and then ran out of steam. She closed her eyes and sighed through her nose. After a moment, she then said, "Very well. I've found a way to believe this is the correct course of action. I'd say 'don't make me regret this,' but… you can't, no matter what you do."

"Sorry," I apologized reflexively.

The fog closed in, obscuring the giant Normal stallion. Luna began to walk away, her swaying clothed breasts easily seen from behind. "Try not to destroy Equestria!" she called back to me. "Because now, the only one who can stop you is yourself."

Truer words were never spoken. "Yeah," I muttered. "That's the scary part."

I became suddenly aware that I was alone in the dream – Luna had left. I was also aware that I was still lucid.

About five seconds after that, my dream body was swimming in an endless sea of massive, multicolored, disembodied breasts. Many of which matched the sizes and colors of the breasts I'd seen naked today, including Luna's. I fondled and groped and fucked and orgasmed and otherwise pressed them against every inch of my body, still somehow able to breathe and gorge on endless supplies of imaginary milk.

Eventually I lost grip on the lucidity of it all, and I drifted out of the experience and back into my normal sleep patterns. Off to dream about something weird from my subconscious that I wouldn't remember in the morning, no doubt.

But just before I fell away, I heard a faint sound in the distance. Like the pounding of drums, but reverberating in my skull. And maybe I imagined it, but on one of the impacts, I heard a sound like glass suffering a tiny, tiny crack.

Author's Notes:

got rather purple prosey there but alright